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Hi-Dong Chai Poem
(This is a universal story of mother’s sacrifice for their children, be it material, emotional, or intellectual.)
It was during the Korean War
Father was taken away by the Communists
Months ago
He never returned
Mother and I were left alone
In an island as refugees
Without anyone supporting us
One day
Mother brought a cup of rice
For me to eat
Only three spoonful
In the cup
I gobbled it up
Without much thought
Feeling still hungry
Mother took the cup in the kitchen
Closed the door
Through a crack
I saw Mother scraping
Scraping the bottom of the cup
For a few grains left
She licked the spoon over and over
How long has she been hungry
To feed me?
I froze
Really froze
I quietly left the room
To a beach nearby
Looking at the horizon
Where ocean met the sky
Far far away
Wanting to swim
Toward it
Until my strength
Sapped to nil
So that Mother didn't have to
Feed another mouth
Then a question surfaced
Will she be happy without me
So she can feed herself?
No way
Was my answer
She has already lost
Many of her loved ones
Without me
She will not go on living
I stood
With my heart filled with
Opposing forces
Resumed my walk
Toward Mother
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Hi-Dong Chai Poem
It was during WWII
Japan ruled
Koreans obeyed
Japan ordered
All Koreans
Walk up to Shinto Temple
And bow down to the picture
Of their emperor
Are you kidding?
My father scoffed
My God is god of Jesus Christ
Him will I only serve
My father was taken to prison
My brother Hi-Seung volunteered
To join the military
To have his father released
He left home
As a vibrant 15 year old boy
He returned home
As an injured 18 year old man
He died a year later
Before he died
I looked forward
To every tomorrow
When he died
The light went out of my life
He was my best friend
My heart still yearns for him
More than sixty years later
I wish there is a place
Called heaven
So that I can hold his hand
Look up to him with smile
When I get there
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Hi-Dong Chai Poem
Crushed by WII
Brutal arms of Japan
Father in prison
Brother in heaven
But I marched on
Crushed by Korean War
Brutal arms of North
Goodbye, Father
See you in heaven
But I marched on
Crushed by hunger
Refugee in an island
Fish swam all around
No net to catch
But I marched on
Penniless in America
Land of abundance
Thirsty and hungry
To climb a mountain top
But I marched on
Yes, I was crushed
By wars
By hunger
By penniless
But I have marched on
Knowing
I have peace in my heart
I have freedom in my heart
I have gold mine in my heart
Nothing can touch them
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Hi-Dong Chai Poem
(Austin, Texas, 1955)
I see in a bus
All the black faces in the back
All the white faces in the front
I’m neither white nor black!
Where do I sit?
Greyhound bus station
I see two signs
‘Whites Only’
‘Blacks Only’
I’m neither white nor black!
Which one do I use?
Ask a bus attendant
He scratched his head
And smiled
‘Go to the wall
Between two doors’
Then he tapped my back
And said
Either is OK with me
Young man
FIFTY YEARS LATER
I visited Austin
No more black faces
Sitting in the back
No more
‘Blacks Only’ ‘Whites Only’ signs
I didn’t have to ask
‘Where do I sit?’
‘Where do I go?’
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Hi-Dong Chai Poem
In this world
Power rules
What would have happened
If Germany won WWII in Europe?
If Japan won WWII in Pacific?
Jewes would have disappeared
On this planet
Japan would have
Beheaded millions of
Asians
Their headless bodies scattered all over
Thier heads piled up on street corners
Church doors?
All closed
Shinto Shrines?
Full of life
People worshipping
Japnese emperor
Not because
Of their desire
But because
Of their lives
Thanks God
Democracy won
The war in Europe
Democracy won
The war in Pacific
Democracy won
Because they had
Stronger miliatry power
Let's face it
In this world
POWER RULES
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Hi-Dong Chai Poem
I believe
Because I don’t know
I know the sun rises in the east and sets in the west
I know spring follows summer
Summer follows autumn
Then winter
But do I know God exists?
No, I don’t
That's why I believe
Why do you believe?
Because it gives me hope
It gives me strength
To march on with my life
My mother believed
She lost first three babies
Even before they could walk and talk
During WWII
She lost her son when he was 15
He volunteered to join Japanese army
To save his father from prison
After the war he came home injured
And died a year later
After liberation from Japan
His oldest son was labelled a communist
In the democratic south
Police harrased her
Day and night
'Where is your son hiding?'
'I don't know, Sir'
Was her only reply
During the Korean War
She saw her husband walking away
Between two soldiers
Never to return
All through her married years
She was harassed by Japanese police
Harassed by North Korean soldiers
Harassed by South Korean police
But she marched on
With her head straight
Her heart in compassion
She prayed without ceasing
Asking God for strength
To march on with her travails
She lived to ninety two long years
And left this world
With smile on her face
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Hi-Dong Chai Poem
We live in the universe
Billion miles wide
The planet earth is
Billion years old
We are tiny specs
In this vast universe
And we stay on this planet
For a twinkling of an eye
While we are here
Let’s be friends
Let’s hold hands with each other
Let’s look at each other
With a broad smile
Sing a song of brotherhood
Even for a twinkling of an eye
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Hi-Dong Chai Poem
(Austin, TX, 1955)
Mother writes me
From Korea
Ravaged by the war:
You are so blessed
Living in America
Land of peace
Land of plenty
I mumble:
Mother
I eat two raw eggs
In the morning
Three pieces of Wonder bread
For supper
To save money for tuition
I’m very hungry
I’m also very lonely
I eat my eggs and bread
Sitting in front of vanity mirror
To keep company
With a person in the mirror
But I’m determined to succeed
And make you proud
Please stay well until I return
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Hi-Dong Chai Poem
I am afraid to get close to people
Because I may have to say, ‘Goodbye’
It brings me back sad memories.
I said, ‘Goodbye’ to my brother
My best friend
When I was 10
I said ‘Goodbye’ to my dog
Another best friend
When I was 14
I said. ‘Goodbye’ to my father
When I was 14.
I never saw them again.
Then I said, ‘Goodbye’ to my mother
When I was 16.
When I came to America
I moved all over the country
I said, ‘Good byes’ to many of my friends
Goodbye, John
Goodbye, Jane
Goodbye, Bowwow
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Why do I have to say
So many goodbyes?
It hurts
Now I am in my twilight years
Waiting for God
To call me home
Will I get to see my loved ones
When I cross the bridge
Of no return
At a place called Heaven?
I sure hope so
It will be so nice
To see them again
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Hi-Dong Chai Poem
Hate,
You came to me
When I was a child
I don’t want you to
Be near me
Ever again
It was during WW2
Japan ruled
Koreans obeyed
One day
Mother came home
With tears in her eyes
Her voice filled with bitterness
A Japanese soldier kicker her
With his heavy boots
In a busy street
Where everyone was watching
Watching her bruised knees
Discolored shins
I felt hatred filling my entire being
Spreading like a wild fire
Not only against the soldier
But against all Japanese
I was a seven year old boy then
Late in life
I realized:
This must be how we learn to hate
A person and a nation
If unchecked, the hate will grow
Like wild fire
Spreading all over
Mother taught me to love
She said love was like
Spring sunshine
Helping people to get out
Of their cocoons
And mingling with others
As brothers and sisters
But how can I love
Instead of hate?
I did not tell myself to hate
It happened without trying
When I saw Mother’s bruised knees
Ugly face of hate filling my entire being
With the red banner of death
Coaxing me to revenge
Can I shove this hate
In the chamber of my will power?
Or Will it explode with mighty fury?
Or should I pray to God to diffuse it?
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